Seeing Yan Gu's face as pale as death, Xi Xiaomeng merely gave him a cold glance and said distantly, "Now, you also know who is the foe of your Yan Clan. Let not hatred blind your eyes anymore. Do not continue to be a man unable to see the truth; otherwise, how will you face your deceased clansmen?"
Clenching the token in his hand, he formed it into a fist, and the token in his grip was directly crushed to powder.
Yan Gu's eyes filled with blood, and his murderous aura surged. "Rest assured, from this moment on, I will never again be a man unable to see the truth! After I have taken my revenge, I will surely go and assist the Ninth Prince of the Prince Yan Mansion!"
Xi Xiaomeng nodded, then walked towards the door, "Remember what you've said, we shall meet again!"
After Xi Xiaomeng left, Yan Gu still stood in place, motionless, completely lost in thought.
...
The night grew increasingly profound.
On a night just as deep, Ji Ruyan was still traveling on horseback.
